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Zhou Zhonghai started vomiting as soon as he boarded the plane; he never gets airsick.

Luo Meiyun was extremely worried; this was a stress response brought on by immense grief.

Luo Meiyun brought some sedatives, and Zhou Zhonghai took two pills, but he still couldn't calm down and felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest.

Luo Meiyun asked the flight attendant for a first-aid kit, gave Zhou Zhonghai oxygen, and increased the amount of medication to relieve his symptoms.

If Luo Meiyun hadn't been there, Zhou Zhonghai might not have been able to make it to Beijing.

After getting off the plane, Zhou Zhonghai felt much better. An invisible force told him to be strong and not to give up.

Meng Pingping came to pick up Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun. In the car, Zhou Zhonghai asked, "Committee Member Meng, why did Elder Pu suddenly fall into a coma?"

"Suddenly? Old Master Pu's health has always been poor. His superiors told him to rest, but he always said that he would go and reunite with his son after he finished his work. This time, pneumonia caused him to fall into a coma, and his organs were rapidly deteriorating. The doctors were powerless to save him." Meng Pingping sighed deeply.

"The last time I saw him, he said he was in very good health."

Zhou Zhonghai was somewhat surprised; Commander Pu hadn't told him anything.

"Perhaps he doesn't want to distract you. It's difficult for you in your current position, and he just wants to support you a little longer until you become the governor."

"What does it matter whether I become the governor or not? Elder Pu, there's no need to delay my best treatment."

Zhou Zhonghai was filled with remorse. Last time, when Master Pu told him a lot about the past, it was actually his last words. How could he not have realized it at all?

"People always have their own obsessions. You may think it's not worth it, but Mr. Pu may think it is."

Yes, Zhou Zhonghai felt that health was more important than anything else, but Old Pu felt that he would not rest in peace until he helped Zhou Zhonghai to the position of provincial governor.

Soon, the jeep arrived at Laogan Hospital, where people were already waiting at the hospital entrance.

Rushing into the hospital, Zhou Zhonghai's steps were a little unsteady. He kept hearing that familiar voice: "You stink. Remember to take a shower and don't get my blankets dirty."

"Zhonghai, you need to think things through more carefully in the future. We old men who came from the military are not young anymore, and there are fewer and fewer people who can protect you."

"Listen to me, listen to the old leader. If you're under a lot of pressure and achieve results, anyone who dares to touch you will have to think twice."

"Zhonghai, you still have many people relying on you. If I'm gone and you fall, what will happen to those people behind you?"

...Upon entering the private ward, Zhou Zhonghai strode to the bedside, grabbed Pu Shizhong's hand, and exclaimed, "Commander Pu, it's me, Zhonghai, I've come."

My hands are so cold, like they've been pulled out of an ice cellar.

Pu Shizhong's wife, Lan Jialin, called softly, "Old Pu, Zhonghai and Meiyun have come to see you from Huaihai. Go see them."

Pu Shizhong's son, Pu Weijie, cried out in a low voice, "Dad, please open your eyes and look."

Zhou Zhonghai placed the old commander's hand on his face and said gently, "Old commander, are you cold? I've warmed it up for you. You're not cold, you're not cold."

Zhou Zhonghai kissed that cold hand, hot tears dripping onto it.

"oh……"

Pu Shizhong let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

"He's awake! He's awake!" Lan Jialin exclaimed in surprise.

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Pu Shizhong looked at Zhou Zhonghai, two lines of tears streaming down his face. Zhou Zhonghai's heart was breaking.

Having followed Commander Pu for over thirty years, fighting countless battles large and small, and witnessing his comrades sacrifice their lives beside him, Commander Pu never shed a tear.

Despite having countless wounds all over his body, Commander Pu never shed a tear, even when bullets were removed without anesthesia.

He shed tears; he couldn't bear to part with the peaceful and prosperous world he had built.

"Zhong..." Pu Shizhong opened his mouth, as if he had something to say.

Luo Meiyun quickly removed Pu Shizhong's oxygen mask, and Pu Shizhong forced a smile.

"Old Chief, you'll get better. You said you wanted to see me become the provincial governor."

Pu Shizhong smiled slightly: "Zhong... Hai... go back to your hometown... with your parents..."

Zhou Zhonghai nodded frantically: "Okay, I understand. You need to go back and be with your parents."

"I'm... bothering you."

Pu Shizhong spoke with all his might, then looked at his wife and son, smiling contentedly. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Commander Pu, Commander Pu..."

Luo Meiyun called softly as this elderly woman, who had selflessly dedicated her life to the revolution, passed away with a smile.

"Old Chief..."

"Lao Pu..."

"dad……"

The heartbreaking cries brought tears to the eyes of everyone in the ward.

"Old sir, don't go! I still have so many questions to ask you. Sir, you said you were in excellent health, why did you lie to me?"

Zhou Zhonghai held onto that cold hand tightly, refusing to let go.

As long as he doesn't loosen his grip, the old commander will never leave.

But the leader had already left. Meng Pingping said sadly, "Sister Lan, please change Old Pu's clothes."

Lan Jialin nodded sadly: "Weijie, go and fetch some hot water."

The outsiders left the ward, leaving only Lan Jialin, Pu Weijie, and Zhou Zhonghai.

When Pu Lao took off his clothes, all the scars on his body were revealed.

"This is a scar left from the War of Resistance against Japan. Of the 73 divisions and more than 70 men, 25 were killed or wounded, but he survived."

"The three-year civil war was even more brutal than the War of Resistance against Japan. He followed his troops to Kinmen Island and fought for three days and three nights. When Kinmen fell, he was seriously wounded and forced to move to the rear."

Lan Jialin gently cleaned him; every wound on Old Pu's body was a mark of history.

The dense scars represent that our country was once riddled with wounds.

The three men helped Old Pu put on a white shirt, and then on the old military uniform he wore when he left the army.

"Old Pu had already instructed that after he passed away, he should wear this velvet military uniform, saying it was very dignified and handsome. Although it was an old uniform and he hadn't worn it many times, he was always reluctant to part with it."

Pu Shizhong dressed and combed his hair, maintaining his final smile.

The three sat on the edge of the bed. Lan Jialin said, "Old Pu, rest in peace. My son, Zhonghai, and I will take you back. You've lived a life without shame before the country or the people, only failing your parents. Alright, now you have time to be with your parents. One day, you and your in-laws will come to pick me up..."

"Father...don't worry, your son will protect the peaceful and prosperous world you have created."

Pu Weijie wiped away his tears and made one last promise to his father.

"Old commander, you enjoyed listening to Ode to the Red Plum Blossom, I'd like to sing it for you again."

Zhou Zhonghai began to sing hoarsely: "Red plum blossoms bloom on Red Rock, treading on a thousand miles of ice and frost..."

Lan Jialin and Pu Weijie joined in the singing: "What fear is there of the bitter cold of winter? A heart of crimson blooms towards the sun. Bloom towards the sun, bloom towards the sun, the red plum blossoms bloom. Each blossom shines brightly, heads held high, ten thousand flowers in full bloom, their fragrance drifting to the heavens..."

Rest in peace, Mr. Pu. The sons and daughters of China salute you and thank you for creating a peaceful and prosperous world for us.

Rest in peace, Mr. Pu. Your spirit is infused into the flesh and blood of the Chinese people, and will continue to live on!

Rest in peace, Mr. Pu. China, like a giant dragon, stands tall in the East, never bowing its head.